All language subtitles for Human.Traces.2017

- Where are your gaiters?
- I fucking forgot.

Come here.

Thank you, husband.

Marriage.

I don't think you're going to be
able to walk anywhere like that.

I'm fine.

Tanya and I can finish it off.
We should be able to handle it.

- Us two old pros.
- I know you are. It's just...

It's meant to be really
beautiful over at Monument.

The whole fuckin' island looks
the same, to be honest.

You want anything?

Latte? Croissant?

No?

Is she OK?

Yeah, she's fine. It happens to
everyone before they leave.

Foaming Plateau, 22kg.
Monument Harbour, 24kg.

Cossack Ridge, 22.
And Smoothwater Bay, 24kg,

with an additional 8kg of
brodifacoum poison

in an intertidal zone.

Hello?

You there, New Zealand?

Coming
through now, Sarah.

Oh, there must
be a storm coming.

OK, I'm moving my queen to F6.

You've been thinking about
that move for a while.

Well, I've got all the
time in the world.

So that's the whole
island covered now.

Are you guys celebrating?

Depends what you send down
on the supply boat.

OK. Last lot.

I hope they haven't drunk it.

They're going to be at least
four days in this weather.

Speech, Tanya. Come on.

Um, to my lovely crewmates,

to those weeks of subantarctic
freezing rain,

I say...

'Fuck you! I'm going
home!' Whoo!

Pete.

So, whatever brought you down to
this godforsaken dot of earth

for the next six months,
we say nau mai, haere mai.

Welcome, bro.
A few ground rules.

Don't fuck off the sea lions.
That's for sure.

No shoes inside.

No shoes inside. And clean up
after yourself.

Anything else, Sar?

Don't be a wanker?

- Are you going to miss us?
- Nup.

I'm bloody homesick.

I reckon you need a
soul patch.

Yeah.

Why don't you come back on
the boat with me?

I'm going to worry about you.

It's just a winter.

Are you happy just
being his accolade?

Stop. Stop it. I know you think
you know him, but you don't.

Dammit.

Another one. Fuck me.

Hey.

What's happening back in
New Zealand?

I don't really read the papers.

Is that Antarctica that way?

Yeah, it is.

- That way.
- I meant roughly.

It's good to have you here, man.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Am I just your accolade?

You're a methodical,

beautiful scientist.

Watch yourself.

Stay still.

10 years ago, this island
had everything -

cats, rats, rabbits, pigs,
feral sheep eating the grass.

Well, we killed the cats.

The poison will deal
with the rabbits.

Now, our job is to monitor the
island, take its temperature.

We're going to see
this whole ecosystem

shift back to the way it was
before humans ever touched it.

Down at Disappointment Inlet

there's been a 25% drop
in chlorophyll levels.

The hillside's getting
eaten away, Glenn.

Think we should call
this stuff in now?

I'm taking care of it.

The island was too big
for hand baiting.

We need to get choppers
down there before winter.

You're going to
have to trust me.

You know, in a hundred years,
when the polar caps are gone,

the population of the world will
be a tenth of what it is today.

Worst case scenario.

- Best case?
- Best case?

Best case is that we wipe
each other out entirely

and there's no one left at all.

Sorry, Pete. Glenn loves to
indoctrinate everyone he meets.

I'm sorry, darling. I didn't
realise it bored you.

Not planning on having kids
any time soon, then?

God, no.

It's arguably one of the most
egotistical things you can do,

having these little visions of
yourself running everywhere.

Hey there,
Perseverance.

Didn't expect to hear from
you for a while.

Some troubling results
have come in.

Ah, OK. I'll just find a pen.

Night.

Sarah! There's a front coming.

We need to secure the nets.
I need you and Pete to go.

OK.

Come on!

Hey. What happened to you?

Do you have something
to change into?

I didn't bring any extra
clothes.

A raincoat?

OK. Well, there's a lookout
about an hour away.

Do you think you can
make it that far?

I don't feel the cold.

Of course you don't.

Keep moving. This way.

We'll wait here for the
storm to pass.

Shit, Pete. You're like ice.

You've got to take that off.

Come on. Arms up.

Sit down.

Try and stay awake.

Tell me how old you are.

23. I told you.

You ask me
something, then.

Why did you marry Glenn?

Um...

I took his class at uni.

He opened my eyes to
a new way of thinking.

He's the most interesting
person I've ever met.

And the age thing?

Do you like it here?

It can be hard.

Sometimes you feel like you're
the only person left on earth.

I like that.

It makes me feel like I'm part
of something... bigger.

You sound like him.

All our problems, all the shit
we worry about. Our lives.

None of that matters here.

That's horrible.

Beautiful.

Are you hungry?

Fucking starving.

I've got protein.

- Fuck off.
- Come on.

No. You go ahead.

It's really yum. It's so good.

You've got to eat it.
Just try a little.

I'm not eating that. Get off.

- Shut your eyes.
- No. No.

What?

Shit, Glenn. The radio!

Yeah, I know. She was a big one.
Blew the whole thing over.

Should be able to fix it

once we've cleared this
stuff out of the way.

Things to do.

Huge storm last night.

I can't believe what it did
to the radio.

Yeah. Hard to feed
a report home now.

It's Disappointment Inlet.

The creek.

Landover.

All those plants absolutely
stripped and scarred.

It's under control, Sarah.

It's not the end of the world.

But the point of science

is that you accept failure
as an extra bit of data.

The fact is the Myoxin's
not working.

We can't kill every rabbit on
this island by ourselves.

I don't know what's wrong
with that radio, eh.

I put it back together and-

I'll fix the goddam radio
when I get a minute, OK?

What's funny?

I think I'm pregnant.

Have you told Glenn?

It's arguably one of
the most egotistical things

you can do, having these
little visions of yourself

running everywhere.

Little human vermin.

What are you so happy about?

Pests.

Hey!

Hey! Surprise.

Surprise.

Happy birthday to us. Um...

we found all this Christmas
shit in the spare room.

Thank you

for this. This is nice.

And also I...

made some...

Christmas crackers.

Hey, hon.

What do you call a letter that
goes up a chimney at Christmas?

It doesn't make a noise.

I think you have
to make it yourself.

- Bang.
- Blackmail.

What?

What do you call a letter

that goes up the chimney
at Christmas?

Blackmail.

You don't have a hat.
Do one with Glenn.

Mm. Do one with me.

Bang.

You only say bang if you win.

Bang.

Hey, we're gonna take advantage
of this break in the weather.

-Beaumont shags are nesting-
-GLENN: Bounty.

Bounty shags are nesting up in
the cliffs. Do you wanna come?

No, you guys go.

Glenn.

Where's Pete?

Pete!

Hello!

Pete! Peter!

Sarah!

Peter! Peter!

It's over. Come on. It's over.

You need to fix that radio
right now. I'll help.

The sooner we get helicopters
down here, the better.

Pete!

Peter!

Sarah, there's no way that he
would have survived in the water

- all this time.
- This is a person.

He's my friend. You need
to report this.

I once had to share a tent
with a corpse.

That's what we sign up for.

Yeah, if we don't get
helicopters down here soon,

that's us trapped
for the winter.

OK. So that's what
this is about -

so you can go back to your
drone life in your drone city

with all the other shells

and keep sucking the life
out of this planet.

You know what's really funny

about your whole 'humanity's
bad' philosophy?

You need some loser to
listen to your bullshit!

You lonely, lazy bit of shit!

- Fix the radio!
- No! Never!

- Why?!
- Because I'm not going back.

What are you doing?

Aah! Aah! Argh!

Untie me. Sarah, untie me.

No! No! Argh!

Argh!

Sarah!

Please. Stop.

Sarah.

Under here is your
lower intestine.

The stab wound will hurt,

but it shouldn't cause
too much pain.

No medical attention
in three, four days

will generally result

in a painful infection

and death.

There's just something worth
saving here, OK?

I'm sorry,

but you need to fix the radio
for me so we can go home.

To my lovely crewmates,

to those weeks of subantarctic,
freezing rain,

I say, 'Fuck you! I'm going
home!' Whoo!

It looks really sexy!

They wanted to make sure
you got this.

Oh yeah.

Bad news?

Pen pushers - you know.

How's the kid?

- He's just a kid.
- Seems a bit useless.

Yeah, well...

You want to take a bit of
time with him.

He's keen enough.
Wants to learn.

So is that Antarctica that way?

Yeah, it is.

No, no, no, no. That way.

I meant roughly.

It's good to have you here, man.

Bloody difficult to get
poison into them.

Didn't think there
was many of them left.

This one's a real survivor.

They were introduced to kill the
rats. Un-fucking-believable.

What are you
going to do with it?

- Wanna do it?
- What, kill it?

Yeah. You've killed an animal
before, haven't you?

Of course.

Or you could take it back to
the hut, kill it humanely,

but one of us will have to
bring the cage back and...

The good shit, eh?

On the boat on the
way down, we, um...

we passed a pod of whales.

Oh. Beautiful.

And I was wondering, like...

what happens to whales
when they die.

Do they just sink away
to the bottom?

It's called whale fall.

See, the beautiful thing,
when a whale dies,

is that its carcass can sustain
an entirely new ecosystem.

Thousands of organisms can live
and propagate off it.

Trippy.

Evolution has led us
to a dead end.

All the empirical
evidence suggests

and points to us being a
complete and utter failure

as a species.

And yet we keep getting told
that we're somehow special.

By who?

Oh, fucking television,
internet, radio,

books, music, you know.

Everything that
mediates between us

and the outside world out there.

This fucking thing.
Fucking stupid thing.

Yeah!

I'm the king of this island.

I die, the island dies with me.

OK.

They send you here to spy on me?

Is the old fella
not up yet?

You're raring to go.

A lot of rabbits out there.

General Sherman sailed
straight into those rocks

in the 1860s.

The survivors, men and women,
they lived round here.

They ate seals and grass
and the odd bird.

Lived like that for two years
before building a boat

and sailing to Stewart Island.

They all made it. They were
the lucky ones.

About 20 miles up the coast,
another ship was wrecked

around the same time.

19 men washed up.

A year later,

only three left.

They'd eaten each other. That's
why there were only three left.

Go ahead, mate.

We've been trying to get
in touch for a while, Glenn.

It looks like the rabbit
population

has not been affected
whatsoever

by the hand baiting. Over.

It's way too early
to judge that.

Sarah's figures are damning.

The soil nutrient content,
the community characteristic,

the overwhelming spike
in rabbit numbers...

Sarah rang those through?

Yep. It's a disaster.

And you've made it worse by
deliberately ignoring

your responsibility.

You got the review
notice, I take it?

Sarah!

There's a front coming.
We need to secure the nets.

I need you and Pete to go.

OK.

This is crazy, Glenn.

Is it a trophic cascade?

What's that?

It's when the top
predatory level

of an ecosystem is taken away.

It causes an imbalance. The
whole system could collapse.

The entire island
could become extinct.

- This is not a trophic cascade.
- The feral cats are wiped out.

Without them as predators,
the rabbits are thriving,

so the poison
drop's not working.

The point of science
is that you accept failure

as an extra bit of data.

We can't kill every rabbit on
this island by ourselves.

- Hey, Pete.
- Gidday, man.

Whew. What are you doing?

Sarah's pretty worried about
this... tropical cascade.

It's trophic.

She'd feel a lot better if you
got that radio fixed up.

So, what do you do at DOC again?

All sorts.

- Stewart Island, eh?
- Yeah.

So you must know Danny Cremer.

Actually, he probably left
before you were there.

- How old are you?
- 20.

So you probably didn't know him.

No.

We should get back.
There's a storm coming.

Hey!

Who is this? Huh? Who is this?

I don't know.

I've been looking at that
radio for Sarah.

There's a regulator missing. It
works as an internal antenna.

Someone's been into
it real good.

You stay away from Sarah.

Suit yourself, old man.

You didn't forget Sarah's
birthday, did you?

Hey.

I need that passport back.

Let's go for a walk later, huh?

There's something I want
to show you.

Drink up.

Do you have the passport?

Hey, we're going
to take advantage

of this break in the weather.

-The Beaumont shags are nest-
-Bounty.

Bounty shags are nesting
up on the cliffs.

Do you want to come?

Nah, you guys go.

I won't fall in.

Don't touch me!

Don't fucking touch me.

Give me the passport

and I won't say anything
to Sarah about the radio.

There's your fucking passport.

If you're stupid enough to go in
there, I hope you fucking drown!

Pete!

Pete!

Pete!

Fuck.

Nothing happened with
me and Pete.

He deserved to die.

You have no idea who he was,
the lying little shit.

Did you kill him?

Aah.

Shut up.

You need to fix the
radio for me so we can go home.

It can't be fixed.

You're going to be sleeping
over the window

with a fucking corpse.

Why didn't you tell me that?!

Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

- Just let me look at it!
- Get out.

Stop your moping. Let's just
drop this arsehole off.

That water pump's rooted.

You're going to have
to do it by hand

while I start it up again.

- How far have we come?
- About a quarter of the way.

Can I help with anything?

Nup. This useless prick's going
to clean out the bilge soon.

How long are you down
there for?

Uh, six months.
Just a short stay.

What's it like?

- The island?
- Yeah.

Fuck knows. I've never
been there.

You don't work on the
boat normally?

I got the sack from my old job.

Dale's my brother-in-law.
Helping me out.

Nice to have family, eh?

Not when they're pricks
like mine.

Keep quiet.
Don't wake him up.

I'm going to
worry about you.

It's just a winter.

Are you happy just being
his accolade?

Stop.

Stop it. I know you think you
know him, but you don't.

Another one. Fuck me.

Get your hands off me.

You can't boss me
around any more.

You should stick to yourself.
Do whatever they tell you.

You all right?

We're just having a discussion.

Oh yeah? What about?

Oh, you know -
chance and necessity

and which drives the
evolutionary biology.

Well, there's no chance
in nature. None at all.

Take your fucking boots
off inside.

- What are you reading?
- Just a biology book.

What's it about?

There's chance and
then there's necessity,

but both of them work together
to drive evolutionary biology.

It's like us.

We're a combination of
accident and design.

Sounds fun!

How did you get the job
on the island?

I've been working for
DOC for years -

Stewart Island, Southland.

Started off volunteering -
weeding, replanting, goat culls.

Why?

Are you interested?

Because they're pretty selective
about who they take down.

Hey, bro.

The good shit, eh?

On the boat on the
way down, we...

- we passed a pod of whales.
- Beautiful.

And, like, I was...

I was wondering what... what
happens when they die.

You know, do they...

sink away to the bottom?

Well...

it's called whale fall.

The beautiful thing about
when a whale dies

is that its carcass can sustain
an entirely new ecosystem.

Thousands of organisms can live
and propagate off it.

I'm not eating that. No way!

- Shut your eyes.
- No. No.

'You just stick
to yourself.

'Do whatever they tell you.

'You're not like these people.'

Mmm. Yum, Petey.

It's delicious.

Cheers.

- Hey, it's our birthday soon.
- Is it?

I was, um... thinking of
milking a sea lion.

You know, baking a cake.

Good luck.

Well, these hands sure know how
to make a sea lady happy.

Hey!

Who's this? Huh?

Who is this?!

You stay away from Sarah.

Drink up. It's your last
night in civilised company.

Have I done something
to annoy you?

- Will you catch me if I fall?
- Don't be stupid.

Bro, the Southern Lights!

Help!

Riki!

- Riki!
- What's going on?

He leapt off the fucking boat.

Well, he's a good swimmer. About
the only thing he is good at.

He's pissed. He hasn't
come up yet. I can't swim.

You're on a boat; you should
learn to fucking swim.

Yeah, well, I wasn't
planning on falling off!

Fuck. Where the fuck is he?

Hey, Pete.

You stupid idiot.

Hey, give me a hand.

Oh, fuck off.
Climb up the ladder.

I can't. I'm serious.
I can't get up.

Fuck you.

Please.

- Did you call it in?
- You're joking, right?

With what we've got on board,

there'll be cops
all over this boat.

I'll go.

OK? I'll go in his place.

I'll keep my head down.

Pick me up in a month.
I'll disappear.

I'll get lost.

No one will know.

OK.

You fuck it up, you're going to
prison for a very long time.

You're going to be a dad.

Didn't she tell you?

There's a boat here.

- There's a boat here.
- What?

We need to leave.

I thought he killed you.

I hurt him. He's going to die.

I have to get him.

Wait. Take him down there.

Are you coming?

Tell them I'm dead.

You tried to look for me,
but I was washed away.

- You can't stay here. Come on.
- There's nothing for me there.

When does it get dark?

April.

Jesus.

The sky is huge.

The infinitely big is the same
as the infinitesimally small.

It's all a matter of
perspective.